Sundays with Andrew
by A.
Sunday was my first day back from SF.
Zero and I hopped on the 23 and headed downtown, talking about capital punishment, the death of American car culture, the global food shortage, ethanol, string theory, the creative nature of collaborations, and the higgs boson.
Long, exhausting walk to my building, pick up my scooter at the office, drive down to the new Juice it Up, got a smoothie, read a bit of High-Rise (which is amazing btw), and met Taggart there.
We went down to John C. Fremont Park and languished in the grass for a while. Talked about Kurt Vonnegut, the end of suburbia, various scooter related anecdotes, the economy, etc.
The really funny part happened when this large black woman sat down and asked to use one of our phones… she ended up making like three different calls, but the funny part was when she was about to leave:
“You guys dating?” she asked. We both indicated “no.” She paused for a minute, then came back with “You want to date?”we did the uncomfortable question sidelong mumble thing. After that, she said a few more things and left but it cracked me up that she could pick up on the fact that we’d dated.
I have to say, he looked damn hot today. I’m not opposed to beard as in rather short hair all over the face, I’m opposed to Bill Moseley beard.
It was a balmy summer day today, and that just made the whole lounging around in the shade thing so much more awesome. The thought seeping out of the back of my mind the whole time was that it just seemed like the greatest idea to snuggle with him, but cuddling is so inexorably intimate.
We hugged and parted ways, and zero was just getting off work. He was promised this free barbecue at this barbecue, but it actually wasn’t happening at all, so we went and got overpriced Mexican food.
I still had my San Francisco clothes on because I hadn’t been home since I got back from the city, so I wanted to go home but zero and I got coffee at the new Peet’s at that new MAARS building near 21st.
It was my first time going to a Peet’s, and I never thought there could be anything more gentrified than Starbucks, but I was blown away.
Zero’s friend showed up, so I got back on my scooter and booked it back to the house.
I took a much-needed shower, donned my PJs, and I’m about to write about this awesome, amazing, phantasmagoric weekend.
I just finished uploading all the pictures and editing all my posts. And it’s only one o’clock in the morning!
Days like this I feel like I was born to be a journalist, with my endless stream of articles on my life.